Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and the scene without a trace.
I'm dead in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I head straight to her for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the door serve light, I let in.
Head full of room with plans of and mayhem.
she go, there that bitch lay.
Livin on this to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are sweaty im to vomit.
I the knife outta my belt and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's screamin I care.
But I could give a fuck less before she dies I her by her blood
hair.
And tell her shits be allright on my end.
Im glad it this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a
it came to this.
Life on except for one less bitch.
Aint it

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Murder Murder Murder. You never of it.
redrum in reverse. in the hurse.
Now your lifes goin because we you to die.
to kiss your ass goodbye!
ask why.

[Jamie
It was Tuesday 24, 97.
on the clock 1:11.
Thinkin sendin somebody to heaven.
On the crossroads of of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, im wearin dark clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make aint nobody seein me.
As I move to the of the stolen car.
Up to the back door the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All from the booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
Lookin for the dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
a couple teeth loose.
Smacked him in the mouth with my duce duce.
I smile!
Break his neck and watch him piss on tile.
liked him since the day he try to play me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So much for that best friend.
Know Im all up in the place in the masterbatin.
on the sheets and pillow cases.
Fuck that bitch, just a kunt.
And her nothin but a slut.
Cant wait to her mouth shut.
2:30 she returns home work.
Nice blouse, shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
Throw the on the table said baby are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And reachin for the telephone, to call the police.
with the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
Being up for demonstration.
Let em till I know im faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle suffered a nose.
But im though.
As I move to the to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
think you understand, SEE!

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